Chapter 721: Every ending is a beginning

Every ending is a beginning.

February 28: Every ending is a beginning.

(One) Shut up, your words are incomprehensible.

Spring, just walking like this, green mountains faint, waters distant, between the green mountains and white water, often there is mist blocking the road — in the gloom of the mist, I carry the roadside dust and wind and rain, suspicion and fantasy, dejection and hope, of course, also stars and moon — to seek that elusive vanished youth.

In the vast depths of the sea of people, my spirit often reminds me: every ending is a beginning. In the tunnel of time and years, I have tread the familiar paths and also explored the unknown. I, now, am sharing with you the sunshine, and the breath of spring under the sunshine. Friend, please join me in walking into this fulfilling spring?

Perhaps, these words are too abrupt and profound.

I say the reason for these abrupt and profound words is that I recalled a poet's heartfelt words — I am an individual within a collective composed of humanity; my components are their components, my contents are their contents; my hopes are their hopes, my goals are their goals; my virtues are their virtues, my shortcomings are their shortcomings; my....

"Shut up, your words make people unable to comprehend. Your thoughts fly too far, simply boundless. You must recall your thoughts, you must 'I examine myself daily: in dealing with others, am I not loyal? In making friends, am I not trustworthy? In passing on knowledge, do I not practice?' If not, the life within your body will become turbid; you must occasionally remove the dross from your life; for initially life is very pure." My spirit admonishes.

"Ha, please tell me, where is the answer to removing the dross from life?"

(Two), not an ending.

"Am I living to survive? To acquire? To delight in life? To serve others' needs? I am a laborer, therefore I love laborers. In my forefathers' vineyard there is a grapevine; I planted another grapevine beside it; I toil in humanity's vineyard, and I love even more those who toil in the vineyard. Humanity's progress, wealth, and happiness should also belong to those who toil......"

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(Postscript of this article: My article's line of thought, due to livelihood, I had to cut it short. Livelihood is a major matter; because writing, aside from giving me some spiritual comfort and pleasure, it cannot provide any practical need. I cannot let writing affect my food and clothing. Therefore, some articles that should have had a beautiful "phoenix tail" turned into a bald-tailed "rooster". For example, this article, I outlined six subheadings, but only wrote one and a half sections of content. This is very regrettable to me. But, for me, this is also unavoidable. I have no choice but to do so, because I must attend to my own affairs, earn money to support myself...... Please do not seek understanding or forgiveness......)